Last week was fun!
(I actually just visited one of the Izu islands this past weekend. Lots of sleeping and sand time. More on that later.)
3 earthquakes in three days. Just like all good things, right?
#1 caught me during dinner with a fellow Californian. No one else at the restaurant seemed to care either. Awesome.
#2 woke me up, had me ponder whether to scoot to a doorway or not, rattled the shelves a bit.
#3 found me sleepily brushing my teeth, and I actually convinced myself it wasn’t an earthquake. Couldn’t be bothered – I was going to be late for a meeting! So the swimming feeling in my head was just sleepiness, and the creaking sounds were from the tenants above me. Obviously.
I made the mistake of telling some people that earthquakes are kind of fun (typhoons too), and sort of offended them. After all, you know, people die (and are dying) because of these things. Just because all I experience is a gentle rolling and some minor excitement doesn’t mean I shouldn’t spend every moment pondering if there are serious ramifications elsewhere in the world. I think I’m going to find a corner and flog myself in penance.
Actually, now I feel this has tottered from serious to the not-taking-it-seriously-enough end again. Difficult. You can’t win with these things.
On a lighter note, I recently sent an email to a bunch of friends, ridden with horrible English language errors. It would seem that even though I’m not totally totally immersed in Japanese here, diluted environment still leaches my English skillz away. There was stuff there that annoys the heck out of ME – misused it’s and semi-conjugations and…very very sad.
Fireworks!
Fireworks
